That voice is very strange. It sounds very stuffy and dumb because of not talking for a long time.

"I'm always in my spare time..." seeing that Ling Yi didn't respond, the man continued in the dark, his voice broken like a sound line.

Ling Yi opened her eyes wide, subconsciously retreated, and a cold sweat crossed her forehead. "You, you're not..." isn't she dead?

Not only did Ling Yi have such a big reaction, but others were also frightened.

It's strange that a person who has died in cognition is not scared to death when he stands in front of them.

"No. someone saved me," the man continued, like a low, stuffy voice from his chest. "I'll save you. Let's go."

"Let's go," he urged.

"But you..." Ling Yi has too many questions in her mind. Who saved Chang Jinyu? How could he come to the palace? How did he come to the dungeon?

But these problems obviously don't have time to say now. Ling Yi bit her teeth and collapsed forward.

Anyway.

It's better than staying where birds don't shit.

Looking at Ling Yi taking the lead to go out, the others looked at each other and followed out.

People who said they were often in the surplus, if they had nothing, hooked their lips, turned and closed the iron door.

"Patter -" a sound,

Just threw the key on the ground.

"Don't make your voice so loud? What if someone hears you?" Ling Yi subconsciously frowned. He turned and looked at Chang Jinyu. By the meager candle light in the dungeon, his pupils tightened in an instant, and a sense of stiffness rushed to his scalp in an instant. Ling Yi saw a picture that made him creepy.

"Just, yes, want, be, hear, hear, ah." Chang Jin said word by word, hoarse. He looked at them and said rigidly, like a damaged machine repeating three words, "listen to the Lord's order, listen to the Lord's order..."

The person who bumped into Ling Yi's eyes was a man with black lines all over his body.

No, it's not human at all. It's a monster!

The black thread is almost embedded in flesh and blood and confused with the skin, like a string puppet.

His eyes were all white and looked chaotic. With a strange smile on his face, he stared at them with his chaotic eyes.

Ling Yi's four people will expect the death penalty if they try to escape from prison.

But because of the witch's action,

Four prisoners were sent to the witch as legendary experiments.

The king undoubtedly respected ranbai. It didn't make any sense. He even asked.

It's no use asking him.

Ni lingchu and others woke up again. They were in the dream forest. Their hands and feet were tied and lying on the ground.

This should be a laboratory, surrounded by all kinds of drugs.

And in front of them,

Impressively, she was a young witch in a black cloak. She sat there and looked at them condescending, with a bit of laziness.

"It's you!" Ling Yi was very excited. "He said the master was you, right?!"

Ranbai chuckled and didn't speak.

Chang Jinyu is dead. To be exact, he drowned when he fell into the river.

Now alive,

No, not alive.

It was a string puppet made of dyed white, a failed experiment, an abandoned inferior product.

At this time,

The wooden door engraved with cumbersome retro patterns was pushed open and a familiar slender figure came.

"Bai Bai, how did you bring them here?" luoanxi gently blinked her eyelashes, glanced at them carelessly, and asked with a small hook around the corner of her lips.

"But how long did it take?" ran Bai said with a smile, "it won't be dirty here."

"Why, it's you..." Miao ziyao opened his eyes wide, unbelievable.

The boy they are very familiar with, incomparably familiar with!

Because this man is the boyfriend of the strange girl they saw in modern times!

But now, why are you with Su Bai?

What is the relationship between Su Bai and the girl?

In the face of Miao ziyao's unbelievable eyes, ran Bai gently tutted. She sat there gracefully and lazily, her long legs folded together, and slowly took off the pure black curtain hat.